Samuel
I sat in the waiting area until the doctors were able to finish the surgery, but I wish I was allowed to go in there with her. Anxiety was taking over my body and I tried to keep myself calm. I called our parents and also our friends to let them know what happened, and they promised to be here as soon as they could.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized many hours had passed. Alana was sleeping soundly next to me as I rubbed her back and caressed her hair. She was exhausted from the commotion
Seeing the nurses and doctors walking by with no news of Scarlett was increasing the ache in my heart and the frustration at not being able to know anything about her.
Was she going to be okay? Was my daughter going to be okay? Those are the questions that invaded my mi
